Blog Tour and Excerpt- Barnabas Tew and the case of the Missing Scarab By Columbkill Noonan
OH No! I hate it when I sign up for a blog tour and decide not to review as I am just back from holiday- then realise I would have loved this book! If you don't know - I love Egypt. I have the eye of Horas tattoo (yes, really!) I just read the excerpt and I know that Barnabas has been killed by the mummy and is on his way to the underworld... at least that is what I think, anyway.
Egyptian mystery fans get this book today!!!
Barnabas Tew and the Case of the Missing Scarab
Barnabas Tew, a detective in Victorian London, is having a hard time making a name for himself, probably because most of his clients end up dead before he can solve their cases. His luck is about to change, though, for better or worse: Anubis, the Egyptian god of the dead, notices him and calls him to the Egyptian underworld. A terrible kidnapping has occurred; one that promises to put an end to the status quo and could perhaps even put an end to the entire world. It is up to Barnabas (along with his trusty assistant, Wilfred) to discover the culprit and set things to right. Can he turn his luck around and solve the most important case of his life?
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Author Bio ��� Columbkill Noonan lives in Baltimore, Maryland, USA, where she teaches yoga and Anatomy and Physiology. Her work has appeared in numerous anthologies and magazines. Her first novel, ���Barnabas Tew and the Case of the Missing Scarab��� by Crooked Cat Books, was released in 2017, and her latest work, ���Barnabas Tew and the Case of the Nine Worlds���, is set to be released in September 2018.
In her spare time, Columbkill enjoys hiking, paddle boarding, aerial yoga, and riding her rescue horse, Mittens. To learn more about Columbkill please feel free to visit her website (www.columbkill.weebly.com), on Facebook (www.facebook.com/ColumbkillNoonan) or on Twitter (@ColumbkillNoon1).
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Excerpt 2
When Barnabas regained consciousness, he realised immediately that something was horribly wrong with him. To begin with, he felt quite light and airy, not like his usual self at all. Another problem was that he seemed to be lying on the floor of a dirty and decrepit boat made of mouldy black wood.
He heard the sounds one would normally hear whilst aboard a boat: waves lapping against the sides, paddles slapping against the water, wood creaking as the boat moved up and down with the water. All of these were normal sounds with which he was quite familiar, as was the rocking motion of the boat, a movement that would have been very relaxing under other circumstances. It was not relaxing now for three very important reasons.
The first reason was that he had no idea how he might have got on a boat. The last thing he remembered was being attacked, remarkably, by an extremely ambulatory mummy that was (equally remarkably) seemingly directed by a man with an extraordinarily canine face. He supposed that he might have fallen, bumped his head, and experienced a very vivid dream; that theory, however, did not begin to explain his current provenance on this derelict boat.
The second factor that bothered him was the sky. Instead of being a nice, pretty blue, or the more usual grey of a London fog, it was, instead, a brownish-red. The sky was like a particularly ugly sunset that didn���t darken into the black of night as sunsets normally did. Barnabas waited and waited for it to do so, but the hideous muddy smudge of a sky persisted.
But the most important thing that weighed on Barnabas��� mind was a question: who was rowing this boat? That someone was doing so was not in doubt for, in addition to the sounds of the paddles moving in and out of the water, the boat hitched and lurched forward in a way that indicated the rhythmic strokes of a rower. Besides, Barnabas could hear the faint noises that one normally associated with the presence of another: a rustling of clothing as the person shifted, a soft whistling sound as he (or she) breathed in and out, the scratching of feet along the floorboards.
Still, he couldn���t think of a logical reason someone would remove him from the museum. Surely, if he had fallen and hurt himself, a reasonable person would have taken him to see a doctor! A reasonable person would at least have helped Wilfred to get him bundled safely into his own bed in his own flat. Neither of these courses of action would require a ride in a dingy old boat.
And so, Barnabas reasoned, the person sitting in the back of the boat must not be a reasonable fellow (or lady) at all. Therefore, he was somewhat nervous about confronting the person to see what they were about with all of this nonsense.
But, Barnabas realised at last, he couldn���t just lie there on the bottom of the boat refusing to look at his companion forever. There was nothing for it but to see who was there and ask whoever it might be where, exactly, they were and why, exactly, Barnabas was in this craft instead of in the museum where he belonged.
So, Barnabas sat up and turned to look towards the back of the boat. However, the moment he saw who was there with him (or, rather what, Barnabas thought with no small degree of consternation), he wished that he hadn���t looked at all. It would have been better if he had just stayed still and feigned sleep, and if he had done so forever if that���s how long it took for the thing that sat in the back of the boat to go away.
Barnabas blinked, thinking that perhaps his eyes were mistaken, that maybe some trick of the odd reddish light had deceived him. When that didn���t work, he closed his eyes for a bit longer before opening them. But, to his chagrin, nothing had changed when he opened them again. Everything was just as it had been before.
The problem was that the person who sat on the bench, pushing the oars and looking entirely relaxed as though nothing at all was amiss, was not exactly a person at all.
